What news from the North, they cry? None good and such is the rub - a tercio of bravos has returned, decimated save for a few tatterdemalions who sit swaggering at the gates, irate in their shabby finery and expectorating upon passerby, noble and gutterpicker alike. What to steps to curb this gagglesome crew? None or less I fear and even more the danger since the Aardvark crowed, ravenlike, as prophesied.
Tuesday, 17 April 2018
Whither aardvarkery?
A Diatribe
The long hours of the nether watch are drawing heavily upon the city and many alarums have disturbed the beetle market. The Scrivener’s Guild has ruptured with the Guild of Scribers and frequent brawls have occurred over unclaimed frescoes. I have taken to my attic to avoid any such misery and have annotated three floorboards with a polemical diatribe. I intend to - but wait, is that the Call of The Aardvark? I must hie from hence to question my postillion.
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